Where no birds breathe, bird-magic breathes
Bird-beauty, bird-spirit, bird-splendour,
And brings where no bird wings,
Wing-beats that woo me to wonder.
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I really enjoyed this. It's rare to fall in love with any poem on the first reading. I love the alliteration. It is such a rarity nowdays.
I like this very much, it sounds like you have a great fantasy and imagination about women in a rather soft and magical way. I feel the thoughts are tender and whole. I truly like this poem. Thankyou.
Some inspiration going on here. Very nice tribute to a womans charms and perhaps something more, a mother earth persona? The goddess bows/boughs beneath your words. Nice work!
What a gorgeous gem. I do hope you find it in you to continue writing once more.
Good. The last line falls a little flat. Given your real subject - your ideal Woman - I'm made to wonder what birds and bird-magic have to do with it. I suspect you're using the ancient analogy of birds with spirits, in their being unfettered by gravity; if so, you needed to make the parallel, and contrast, a little more plain. For the age you wrote it, this is quite promising work.
Wow! This is what I call a great poems! You've left nothing for the critics...this poem flows like a river, the imagry was awesome and he delivery was very powerful! Excellent work, Tan!
I love your word-coinage ('boughful') . The last stanza is breath-taking with its magic sounds or should I say Tan-magic! A lovely Ode to women. Susie.
I read this poem again today, and it is by far my favorite of all the poems I have read on this web sight. In fact, this just may be my favorite poem ever. I am adding it to my list of favorites. Thank you again for a great poem.
I really like this one. It is interesting because for me it gradually brings out from the unconscious mind a universal and unspoken woman of dreams, a woman of nature and myth. I am not sure that what I am saying makes complete sense on a rational level, but again, I really like this poem because it is like a snapshot of the unconscious, a fully formed dream. I am curious as to how much of the poem you had to continuously revise and how much of it simply sprang forth all at once.
This is a beautiful piece